I am pretending to be a villain in the world of cultivating immortals

Three years passed in the blink of an eye, and the invisible sword was broken into pieces from a broken weapon. Liangxin didn't know how to repair the sword, so he could only watch it being destroyed by the years.

Fortunately, now Hai Qing Heyan, the sword is about to be sheathed.

However, in the past few years when Liangxin was searching for the method of making swords, he also encountered some interesting things and met some old friends.

Two years ago, the sacred forest that had been sealed for more than ten years came to light again. Since the friendship between the immortal and demon realms, many demon clans have longed for their homeland on earth for a long time, and have frequently requested the lower realm from Holy Lord Lan Yin.

The demon clan negotiated with the Immortal Alliance for this, and finally the two sides decided to reopen the sacred forest, allowing demons who do not eat blood to go to the human world to thrive, and the master of the sacred forest, Qi Suisui, would take care of it.

On the day of the Forest Opening Ceremony, everyone in the Immortal Realm came to congratulate him. Liangxin mingled in the crowd and secretly joined in the fun. Only then did he realize that the current head of the Qi family was really an interesting person.

Thirteen years ago, Qi Suisui almost died because she prevented Xue Ji from performing a blood sacrifice to the gods and forest monsters, so she stayed in seclusion for many years and never saw visitors. Once the injury healed, it was difficult to restrain his cynical nature. In front of many prominent figures in the three realms, he threatened to purchase land and daily necessities for the demons who settled in the sacred forest, as well as provide matchmaking services. This empty forest is bound to become lively.

Everyone burst into laughter and started the banquet. During this period, the new head of Qinglong Taoist Palace, Shi Shushu, received a message from the human dojo and left the table in a hurry.

Liang Xie had a relationship with this person before. Zhi Shi Shushu had a taste of the sword's power during the battle with Xue Ji, and now he has entered the half-step saint realm. His sword skills are unparalleled in the immortal world, even compared to Shen Xiaobai, the founder of Qinglong Taoist Palace. If it goes as far as possible, it will definitely help him solve his doubts about recasting the invisible sword.

The Sword Master in Tsing Yi turned into a hunting wind and walked away. Liang Xin followed him and found that this independent immortal was not the one who removed the Demon Guard. He actually... just ran to a small town to watch a TV show. play!

The troupe is an ordinary grass-stage troupe that travels around the streets all year round. The musicians who play the huqin are old and blind. There are not many villagers around to support them. The only thing that makes people's eyes shine is the Hua Dan who is blooming step by step on the stage. With her melodious singing voice and graceful figure, she will definitely become a famous actor in time.

Shi Shushu looked at the people on the stage for a moment. Over the years, he often asked young disciples in the human world to help him pay attention to a person named Su Xuanzhi. He always paid attention to this person's movements. Every time the troupe opened in a new place, He wanted to come to the first scene.

The people on the stage were his surprise guests when he was young. He didn't ask for much. As long as he saw Su Xuanzhi safe and sound, and able to finish his life smoothly and happily, that was enough.

After Shi Shushu listened to a play, when he stood up and left the crowd, he found that Liang Xin had just finished appreciating the joys and sorrows on the stage. He walked slowly over to greet her and saw the broken blade of the legendary ancient fierce sword.

"The famous sword is psychic. Maybe the good brother wants to find the heart that is not the sword. If you have been to the place where this sword comes from, what about your own?" Shi Shushu pondered for a moment, and then expressed his guess. He bowed his hands and bowed, which was considered as apology for his "false words".

"Thank you." Liangxin returned the greeting with clasped fists. When they parted, he suddenly remembered that he hadn't visited Xiwu Village for many years.

The small village is still as quiet and peaceful as in childhood memories. When night falls, the blue in the sky is very thick and gorgeous, the pale crescent moon climbs up from the dead branches, and the knife-like wind urges pedestrians to return early. Home.

Walking on the familiar but desolate streets, Liangxin suddenly remembered that the old people in this village had long been devoured by Xue Ji, and their bones were broken.

No wonder there wasn't a single pedestrian on the road.

"Ying Fei, Ah Fei?" A figure passed over the roof next to Liang Xin and caught up with another figure standing behind the dead tree.

"Why did you come to me?" The young man who was caught saw the man coming with a menacing attitude and his eyes turned red. He couldn't help but reach out and touch the hair of the little girl he had raised.

"You must never take another step away from me, or I will tear you apart!" The girl wearing a bronze ghost mask took off the horrible thing on her head, and pointed a silver fan directly at the young man's throat. "Anyway, I put your body together piece by piece. Now that you've provoked me, do you still want to escape?"

"Shadow, never give up."

The voice went away, and Liang Xin saw the identity of the two people. One of them was a monk from the upper world, and the other was a demon clan member of the Jade Dragon, but he didn't know what the story was.

He smiled knowingly, turned around and went to the longevity store to buy ingot candles, and went to pay homage to his mother Fu Zhao and the tombs of his father and brother.

After that, he rested in the old house for another night, and when the sun came up, he searched for the sword heart in the village, but unfortunately he still found nothing.

After going round and round, in the spring of the fourteenth year when Liangxin entered the world of mortals, he returned to Siming Dao Palace. At this time, he no longer expected to restore the invisible sword to its original state. It was just that for the first time in many years, he felt tired and wanted to find a place where he could feel at ease and stay for a while.

In order to prevent the young disciples in the Taoist sect from viewing him as some kind of scenery, Liang Xin specifically told Yue Shenheng not to tell anyone about his return, so he rushed into the disciple's room where he had lived when he was young and slept there. Very solid feeling.

At noon the next day, Liangxu woke up and felt his mouth was dry. He poured a cup of tea and was about to bring it to his mouth when a voice attracted his attention.

"How is the sunshine today?" Liang Xin looked at the source of the voice. In the corner of the room, there was a pot of four-season crabapples of different colors.

It was just a flower that came to life. It was not a rare thing in the upper world. He took a sip of tea and suddenly heard the flower ask him, "Who are you thinking about?"

Liangxin's hand trembled as he put down the teacup. The sun was shining brightly outside and he was not sick or injured, but suddenly he felt an unbearable heartache.

"That's..." He staggered to the Begonia flower and saw the remains of a sword in the mud. It had been lying cold and lonely in the mud for fourteen years.

No one has ever discovered it, and even Liang Xin can't remember when he lost the sword heart. He is really an extremely selfish and cold-blooded person.

But when he stretched out his hand to touch it, the other broken blades of the invisible sword in the storage bag at his waist began to react. Amidst the mournful sound of the sword, the broken blade in the flower mud was activated and pierced straight into the red body. The man's eyebrows.

There was no scar left by the sword blade on Liangxin's forehead, but he was indeed knocked backwards by the strong impact.

When he fell heavily to the ground, Liangxin opened his eyes wide, and an intact invisible sword appeared in his palm.

So that's it, he should have...he should have been pierced through the heart with a sharp blade, breaking through the sea of ​​consciousness. If he had not refused the stab of the invisible sword on the nine-story high platform, if he had not thrown the sword blade around his waist when he woke up a few years ago, he would never forget that person.

For fourteen years, he traveled all over the world without knowing it. He even visited the Fengdu Ghost Land several times due to certain encounters. He never stopped. He only felt that in those places he had not yet walked, There was something waiting for him.

How many times, in the City God's Temple, in the wild forests of the mountains, by the sea of ​​suffering... He always stayed in a daze for a long time in a strange place, standing or sitting in a daze, as if he was clinging to the past of a young man. Ridiculous oath: I will search for my soul even after it has dissipated, and I will be entangled with it for the rest of my life.

Liang Xin didn't know when he got up from the ground. He just walked calmly and slowly to the martial arts field of Siming Dao Palace, smiling and chatting with everyone he met.